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Dear Diary Loisianna - 1952
Dear Diary; Louisiana - 1952
This forgotten oyster-shelled road curves flat and to nowhere fast,
away from blue bayou swamps, into Cajun rice fields.
Catfish too heavy for any line a pole-man might cast.
It is quiet here among still dragonflies, my airless past.
We left our salt, bloodstained dried, inside these grain mills.
This forgotten oyster-shelled road curves flat and to nowhere fast.
Autumn is kinder here, removed from dull bricks and twirling trash,
where laughter travels light without bother, nor quill.
Catfish too heavy for any line a pole-man might cast.
Every random shout runs an open, all-out, full sprinting dash.
My compositions come from these tiny, slimed hills.
This forgotten oyster-shelled road curves flat and to nowhere fast.
I remember Abraham's fragile smile, made of broken glass,
pressed low by his awful lot and reaping divine nil.
Catfish too heavy for any line a pole-man might cast.
I return to Mercy, the hanging oak, scarred by rope and lash.
She is expecting fried, freshwater, peppered brills
This forgotten oyster-shelled road curves flat and to nowhere fast,
catfish too heavy for any line a pole-man might cast.